Charlotte, the daughter of a powerful beta, is only certain of one thing in her life, that she is in love with her best friend. They aren't mates, but Caleb is just a driven to be together as she is. With or without the Moon Goddess's blessing, they will make their relationship work. But a strange wolf attacks her back in broad daylight, revealing that the myth of a murdering black wolf with red eyes is in fact a real threat. And Hades only has one target: Caleb. Charlotte believes that she is immersed in a living nightmare. It only gets worse when she realizes that Hades is her mate.

It was rumored that a beast lived in the shadows, he was known as the sex beast long before a battle went down and after that, he was known as the scarred beast who preyed on females in heat. No female had ever survived his wrath, or bore his mark. Except for one. Lilliana never thought what she would come across on one fateful night where she felt more hornier than ever. Once marked by the beast, everyone frowned upon her and she was ruined until the beast appeared again, claiming her as his. 18+ (Jumps into action real quick!)

Only chapters 1-10 are open. We are officially on Amazon Kindle! Please show your support and check out the rest of the story there! Thank you! After coming to terms with her past, Ember managed to not only save herself, but existence after she and her friends defeated Ankou who was hell bent on dominating or destroying all the realms. But sadly, he left destruction in his wake. After being shown the dead lands, places where his evil actually suffocated the realm, Ember and her crew were working on righting his many wrongs. They united the FaeFolk, brought Dires back into Fae and now on top of healing the realm, they've decided to bring back her people. Fae was once home to many Folk of magical origin. The wild magic made them strong and proud. But many saw the potential in Ankou's assault and left their homeland forever. Fleeing his tyrannical onslaught and savagery. Ember and company have made it their mission to bring the lost fae home. But as with any good idea, there are obstacles to face before it becomes a reality. Will the Faefolk even want to return home? What if they can't be found? Are they only in the land of humans? What other realms could they possibly dwell in? What obstacles must be faced? Come along on the adventure as Ember discovers all that out and more. What new races will they find? Can they restore Fae at all? How can one girl who is still figuring out who she is restore an entire realm? Will Ember blaze into glory or will she fall to ash?

"I never really wondered what dying felt like, but I thought it would hurt more to be honest. It just feels like floating through time and space, everything dark yet comforting. The thought that everything was going to be okay passed through my mind. So I guess this is what dying feels like." Tyler Calypso, a goofy human girl with a knack of attracting chaos, finds her mate and watches her world unfold as she dies. Multiple times.

There are some absolute truths I believe in. You have to have principles, if you want to survive in this world. You need something to hold on to; to survive the bumps in the road life throws in your way. Call it what you want, but it's like there's a set of laws of physics my very own world operates on. I know who I am. My name is Anna Johnson. I am an elemental witch and my element is air. From the diary of Anna Johnson

Colors danced behind my eyes, until the world fell into a haze of dark mist. Black fissures of power within arm's reach. Mine. Magic slammed into me, endless and vast like a tidal wave coming in and crushing over my head. I took it, absorbed it, glutted myself on it because it felt good. No consequences. No pain.

A jolt. A small hitch in the rhythmic beating of my heart. Dèjà vu didn't even begin to describe it. ... My heart stopped, my breath jostled forward, shock rippling through my system. It happened again. For a few precious seconds my mind froze up and, together with my body, went into a complete lockdown. It was the same each time I saw him.

Well, you could stare at a white wall until you were blue in the face, it would never be more than a white wall. The same was true for the master vampire. A vampire was a vampire was a vampire. Period. (Anna Johnson)

... for a moment I thought that everything was back to normal, that I was okay. But then it came crashing down on me. Blood was valuable. Blood was life. The loss of blood had a price. A high one.